Jimin's Pet • PJM

Thirty Six

"I need to tell you something, Jiminah." Yoongi turned slightly toward Jimin; his voice was a soft gentle sound between them. Except to Jimin the backseat of the car was starting to feel too crowded, and those words weren't a comfort.

Neither Hobi nor Yoongi had scolded him as they left Hwasa's, not for his abrupt behavior, and not for the escalation that had nearly happened between him and Felix. Jimin rolled his eyes recalling it now, he'd held his temper remarkably well. Guilt. It had a way of making an insecure man overreact, but Jimin already blamed himself for everything that happened to his Angel, so he didn't need to project onto others.

"I would rather not talk about anything else; I just want to go home and sleep until tomorrow." Jimin shifted away, letting his forehead lean against the window, his body language suggesting Yoongi back off.

"We're not taking you home, we're going to Jin's." The car was slowing, Jimin could recognize the tall building that was home to Jin's apartment. Jin and Tae, he tried not to bristle at the thought. What right did he have to care about their relationship?

"Another night. Please." Jimin grabbed for the door handle, he'd just walk the six blocks to his own building, being accosted by paparazzi and overzealous fans would be better than diving deeper into whatever Yoongi had in store for him.

"It's about Eunwoo. And something I think I remembered. Please, come up with us." Yoongi cupped his jaw and turned his head away from the window.

That wasn't a name he wanted to hear, Jimin also didn't want to react to the tenderness of the gesture, feel it thicken his throat with emotion. Why was he suddenly having all these feelings for Yoongi again? Hadn't he given up on them a long time ago?

"Are they relevant to what we discussed tonight?" He could feel himself giving in, knew if Yoongi said please, or used his name again he'd succumb to whatever request his hyung had.

"I need Jin to fill in some blanks, but I think at least part is directly related." From the corner of his eye Jimin could see Hobi watching the interaction from the front passenger seat. Yoongi's fingers were clutched in the fabric of Jimin's shirt, a fail safe if he tried to run.

If Hobi was jealous of how Yoongi was behaving toward him, he couldn't sense it. He leaned into Yoongi and tested that theory until his lips were just a breath away from Yoongi's. They both reacted, but it wasn't envy, it was confusion.

"And if I'd rather you take me home and comfort me instead?" Jimin let himself breathe more slowly, then graze his bottom lip along Yoongi's waiting for him to protest.

Why was he trying to hurt Hobi? That's what this charade was about right? Hadn't Hobi been good and kind to him through everything? Shame colored his cheeks even though he didn't pull away.

"We can discuss that later, but since you swung open this door, I think it's only fair that you walk through." Yoongi kissed him, just a second too long before pulling back and assessing Jimin. "Let's go."

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"Fine, I'll bring Saeron, it will be a party." Jimin almost cringed at himself, the last thing he wanted was to involve his fake sub anywhere near Y/N. But now the words were out of his mouth and what choice did he have but to follow through?

"Why are you acting like this?" Jimin couldn't help but let his body press into hers when they reached the hallway, he'd missed her smell, her warmth, he didn't give a damn if she was livid with him.

He leaned into her, his hand brushing her neck, her pulse slightly elevated beneath one finger and he knew he could convince her. There was no choice because he didn't think he could keep pretending to not care that she'd moved out. There was no way for him to justify pushing her away, standing this close to her made Jimin confused why he'd even done it in the first place.